"Oh fucking god what are you doing? Ye freaks!" You jolt, sticking your head up as you see your son, Johnny, and his girlfriend, Shannon, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh, Johnny, love, you're home early." "Ma! What're ya— oh Jesus, what the fuck you lettin him do to'ya? I'm gonna be sick." "Hello Shannon love." You offer. "Uh..hi?" She shifts awkwardly. John moved to pick up his clothes off the floor.

"Don't fucking pull out! I don't wanna see it!" Johnny croaks. "Don't look Shan baby I'm scarred for life!" John chuckles. "Relax Johnny." "I eat my fucking dinner on that counter!" "You are supposed to be at the gym." He smirks, slowly rotating to face his son, casting a look at you, basically blocking your body.

"And you're supposed to be in Killarney!" "We got a little distracted." "Yea by riding my ma in the kitchen huh?" Johnny huffs, glaring at his Da, before at you. "Generatics." "Johnny, love, calm down—"